The first watermelon of the season met its fate today. It didn’t look very red when I cut it but it was good and solid—I thought. Wrapping half of it, I took it to my CIL. Since I have been told not to knock, I walked into the kitchen and yelled for him. He laughed when he saw the melon. He’d just finished having a big piece, himself, but he said he would take what I’d brought to my cousin.
I ate half of my half when I got back to the house. That is, I ate the parts that were firm. There were very mushy places in it and the flavor isn’t top-notch. I hope their half is better than mine.
There hasn’t been a peep out of The Editor today. I’ve been lurking around the computer during the time I wasn’t doing something else. The first three lessons are done and ready to go except for the fact that I’m not sure what size font she wants on the version navigation.
We learn something new every day and what I learned today is that it isn’t advisable to eat watermelon prior to rebounding. I had to stop twice and get rid of my vitamin P.
An artichoke is a special treat so that was my Memorial Day meal. I was about halfway through it when the phone rang. It was DS1. I had mentioned perhaps his mother-in-law would qualify for a skilled bed in the hospital if they have that level of care. He couldn’t remember what I said. Guess he’s taking after his mama. He put my DIL on the phone so I could tell her. She said her sister would be coming to stay for a while and the Angels of Mercy would come in and bathe her mother and provide home health.
I’d made the first pan of cornbread in I don’t know how long and the timer rang while we were still talking. I was trying to take the skillet out of the oven and hold the phone all at once and it wasn’t working too well. Saying I needed to put the phone down, I got a little farther along but when I picked it up again, it was DS1. We talked a bit longer while I tried to unstick the cornbread without any luck. He said he’d call me back later but later hasn’t come yet.
The fruit flies are starting to make their appearance. I didn’t even take the compost out yesterday so there’s a pretty good crop of them. It isn’t the sign of warmer weather I appreciate.
On this Memorial Day, I think of the families who are mising loved ones. I look forward to the time when there will be no reason for armed forces and they’ll “beat their swords into plowshares”.